The uninvited visitor in my brain
develops tendrils to feed without permission.
25 mile an hour 28 degree wind pushes fresh crystals in the crisp solitude
It sure would be nice to afford new walkin' shoes
these 2 1/2 year old soles are worn into thin sponges
the slush tells me slowly "warm dry socks are at home"
Keep Walking
P.S. Humor Helps
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I am even willing to accept the watered down version now making its way forward just to get this ball rolling.
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